The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1887-10-07

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an embarrassed silence between the two
young people. The moon was now up,
and it cast a pearly radiance full on Miss
Dennison's blonde head and ethereal face.
She seemed to her impassioned lover toe
beautiful and delicate and good for this
earth and it's rough uses. A ~moonbeam
could not be more intangible nor cooler
than she had been to him. This very
cvanescent, poetic charm others enthralled
him-seemed to meet a want Of his nature
which no other woman had ever yet re-
motley touched.
He leaned abruptly forward, and her
startled, dove like eyes rested on his pallid
visage. "Miss Dennison, | shall go away
tomorrow"
"Go away" she murmured.
"You see, | can't stop here, and be with
you constantly after what | said to you
yesterday" They both colorcd a little,
but each was too much moved to notice
the fact in the other. "And so | had best
60 away. But l wish You to know that I
shall never change, and that if ever-if
you"
Marion, dearl' called Mrs. Blair from
the house.
Marion rose with a little agitated glance
toward Farmley, who had put out his
hand.
"Say goodbye now, won't you?" he
stammered huskily. lie looked very
handsome and devoted and miserable
standing there, and she impulsively laid
her fingers in his. lie held them in a close
grip, and at last she had to tear them away.
When she entered the little reception room
she had a heightened color.
A gentleman sat talking to Mrs. Blair
a large, red-faced, middle-aged man with
a resonan voice. At her entrance he
started to his feet and walking rapidly up
to her seized both her hands.
"Marion! Well, well, well!'' he cried,
j~oyially. 81 declare! Why! Ha, ha, ha!
Bless me if the child knows me! So for
getful as that, Marion? Inconsistency, thy
name is woman"
Mrs. blair had risen with the intention
Of leaving the room. But dismay rooted
her feet to the spot. She expected the
words which fell the next second from
Marion's white lips, yet she could scarcely
credit thai she had heard them Alright
when they came:
This is Captain Low, Mrs. Blair"
The captain bowed CALAMITY, and the
e~xertion increased the ruddiness of his
complexion.
Il nave had the pleasure of talking some
minutes with Mrs. Blair he CRIED.
Clancy, Miss Dennison'-some intuition
had evidently warned him to address her
hereafter in that form-'I only knew of
your whereabouts by a mere chance this
morning. I've a cousin living in New
York now, and | asked him if he had ever
met you. lie knew some one who in turn
knew Mrs. Blair, and he happened to have
heard that a Miss Dennison was stopping
with her. Iexpected to find you married,
you know" this interesting parsonage
went on jocularlY; 81 never expected to
meet you again by the old name. IIa, ha!
Well, | said to myself, Old boy, since we
have a few days in this part of the world,
we'll just run down there and see if it is
the same Marion Dennison.' I'm off to
San Francisco again Saturday week. | al
ways like to hunt up my old friends. 1t
doesn't always happen that one meets them
looking so jolly, though he %subjoined,
with an admiring glance straight into the
girls face. injecting people you've known
is beastly disappointing most of the time"
"You have left the service, Captain
Low?"
"Bless me soul, yes. Left it years ago.
I've been into every quarter of the globe
since, too, sheep farming in Australia and
in Colorado, and a little of everything else
everywhere" Again he ended up with
his laugh, which set Mrs. Blair's every
nerve a culver. Marion sat as white as
marble and as motionless. She must say
something, Mrs. Blair felt. The only way
to force her into doing so seemed to be 10
leave her alone with her visitor. As she
succeeded in vanishing from the room
| Marion sent a look of bewildered appeal
after her.
Outside the closed door Mrs. Blair
| clasped her hands to her head with a sim
cerely dramatic action. What should she
do? Ask that u~nspeakably vulgar man to
remain over night? Unless he cut his visit
| very short he would miss the last train to
town; and it was not in the least likely
! that he would cut it short. As soon as
her back was turned he would probably
begin making love to Marion. He certain
ly looked as though he wanted to. His open
| glances had expressed enough admiration
of her. What had he expected to find?
A shriveled-up, passe woman? Did he
think every one refrigerated as he must
nave done since Marion first had met him?
But, of course, he was not conscious of his
| own abominableness. 1t occurred to Mrs.
| Blair to ask Farmley's advice IS to this
dilemma. But a second thought suggest
| ed the indelicaey of such action in view of
Farmley's own feelings and the shock the
intelligence of the Captains arrival would
be to him. Mechanically, however, Mrs.
Blair had walked to the back door. From
there she saw that Farmley was no longer